Prabhakar Subramaniam

Spring - Poem by Prabhakar Subramaniam

In this sun-weary city

December is spring

When we like to shiver

In the cold air,

Find use for the sweater

Buried under the pile of summer wear,

For once in the year

Not complaining

About the weather,

Sitting up at night

Listening to the silence

Like to an unearthly song

When even the dog's barking

Seems like singing,

Then wishing one could sleep longer

Letting the dream run some more

Keeping the day waiting at the door,

Looking with pleasure

At the noiseless shower

Coming from somewhere

And trying to make things disappear.

Listen to this poem:

Comments about Spring by Prabhakar Subramaniam

There is no comment submitted by members..

Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?

Poem Submitted: Thursday, August 9, 2012

[Report Error]